December 4th, 2006

wings

I'm back!

*waves at everyone*

well that was fun. I cried, I laughed, I pouted, i got healthy, I got zen, I got drunk, I got burnt, I got eaten by mossies, I got lost, I got found, I got home.
wings

whirlwind

I'm going to see Grease done in drag next weekend. Can't wait.
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I'm going for my Ls this week. Wish me luck

The same day as I go for my Ls I am going to see Japanese dude Cornelius. I'm looking forward to dancing heaps. (and seeing Pete, i miss Pete) Hopefully I will also make it to Cherry.

Saturday week i have my niece's sixth birthday and then I have my work's chrissy party. It's at the museum this year. Which is cool, I can walk home if I have to.

Am making plans to go to Rainbow Serpent. My Very First Bush Doof! woo!

Am looking at tickets for Crosby Stills and Nash at some winery in the Yarra Valley in February. woo!

I also have to make a christmas tree and some gingerbread and do the annual chrissy catch up thing with the girls.
wings

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I'm working on a theory, this is based on data collected over many years.

Men born  and/or  bred in the Northern Suburbs of Melbourne see going out to dinner as something akin to proposing marriage. Or at least saying the L word. Even if you're only friends and you've known each other for years and there is absolutely no room for misinterpretation of what's happening, they can't do it.

Coming around for a home cooked meal, however, is different. Why?

omg. third post today. I didn't miss lj at all. no, not one single bit. Aaarrgh. shoot me now.